About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, an Eastern Bank teller overheard a regular saying to himself, 'I wonder if I could withdraw more money than I'm allowed?' The teller pretended not to notice and went about her business. Later that day, she casually mentioned it to another colleague who laughed and said, ‘Oh, that's Mr. Smith from down the street. He always tries something like that.’ The next time Mr. Smith came in, he sheepishly asked for his usual withdrawal limit, earning him a warm smile from everyone behind the counter.
2. At midnight, a delivery driver pulled up to Eastern Bank's loading dock and noticed something peculiar—a faint, metallic scent wafting through the night air. Curious, he leaned in closer, only to realize it was just the smell of old coffee from the nearby diner. With a laugh, he shook his head and went inside, muttering that some deliveries were definitely more exciting than others. The next morning, everyone in town knew about the ‘haunted bank’—except for the fact that it was just an overly caffeinated delivery guy.
3. At dawn, a neighbor walked past Eastern Bank’s closed doors and heard a soft humming coming from inside. Curious, he peered through the window and saw an old cashier dancing to some unheard melody on her headset. Turned out she was just warming up for another day of counting coins—alone, but not lonely.
4. At sunset, a delivery driver parked near Eastern Bank and swore he saw a shadowy figure slipping into the building through an open window. Curious, the driver waited outside until a friendly neighbor approached and asked what he was doing. Turns out, it was just the bank’s night security guard taking his shortcut home through the alley.